Sausage + beer + Germans = Awesome.

It's no secret that I love meat. Because I loved animals so much as a child, I tried very hard to be a vegetarian for a while, but it failed spectacularly. Ever since I have been a meat aficionado, diving into meaty delights at every chance I get. So, of course, when the Wurstfest, the 10-day salute to saugsage, rolled into New Braunfels this year, I knew I HAD to go. I've been trying to drag someone with me for the past four years, and finally I had a willing participant in Greg, who I think I finally converted to the dark side of meaty hedonism.

 Since we went for a late lunch last Saturday and had only eaten Powerbars for bfast, Greg and I were ravenous in meat anticipation. However, I didn't want to shoot my load early, so I forced him to make the rounds with me to see what we wanted to devour first. After grabbing a couple of Paulaner Oktoberfests to start our German fete, Greg made a bee line straight for the chicken fried bacon.

Let me allow you a moment to digest that last bit.

Yes, the bacon was cooked, battered, and then fried like a chicken before making its way into a trough for our consumption. Of course, I drizzled it in Ranch dressing, because why the hell not? We didn't take our own photo of the amuse bouche because we downed it so quickly, but here's a photo from the State Fair to give you the jist.

Next, we continued our meat extravaganza to include these delights:

That was Greg's FIRST turkey leg--as in ever. Can you believe that?! I had a wurst kebab, which had five different types of sausage on a stick with a roll at the bottom. Of course, my favorite was the one stuffed with cheese. Duh...

After the meat course, we were craving something sweet after downing some more German beer. Greg settled on the fried oreos, which sounds gross (well, frankly, everything sounds a little gross at the Wurstfest), but the melted chocolate cookies acted as molten fudge with a creamy center. It came smothered in powder sugar. Again, we ate it too fast, so this another photo from the State Fair.

For some strange reason, our fried doughy sweet cravings weren't satiated, and we stupidly decided to grab some funnel cake on our way out (not before buying this sweet hat, though). What a terrible idea! I waited in line for 45 minutes to buy a fairly mediocre funnel cake off a band nerd while Greg trotted off to some carnival ride that spun him upside down several times. Needles to say, he passed out on the car ride home and I groaned while grabbing my belly in regret. But, other than that, it was a spectacular day!